Power Thief
I managed to get my feet back under me before I slid too far. A bloom of pain where his fist met my mouth stretched outward across my cheek. I scrambled to defend myself, but I needn't have bothered. He just stood there and laughed at me.
"You can fly." I wiped at the trickle of blood spilling over my split lip, spotted it shining on his knuckles, obscene. It made the stuff still inside me boil.
"No, i***t," he said. "You can fly."
I shook my head. "I saw you--"
"I can fly because you can," he said.
My head still rung from the blow, making me a little slow on the uptake.
"I don't get it."
"I know," he said. "You're such a dimwit, you never will, not really." He floated up into the air again and did a spin. "At first, when I saw you and that girl," he rolled his eyes whe
